ROGER: I'll tell you what's new, Train. On the back of a five-hour off roader this weekend, and the realization that the Tahoe race is apparently only 93 miles long I've signed up. Yes that's $150 I've paid for something that is likely to cause me nothing but extreme pain and humiliation. Why I don't just kit Mrs Roger out with some whips and leather instead, I'll never know. Anyway it's done, I intend to be there. Will I make it? It's currently to close to call. So will I get some company? Come on gents you know you're all ultra endurance racers at heart.
NIGHT TRAIN: As for the news, it's not quite what I expected. I'm not sure what I was expecting. What are you expecting?
Roger: Oh yes, I suspect you're referring to kid number two. Such a trivial matter slipped my mind. Indeed, the wife's gone and got herself banged up again. A girl's due sometime in Oct. Hasn't really hit home yet, I think my minds refusing to accept that I've chosen to go through it all again. Could be fun I guess. Although it will probably end my promising enduro career before it's even up and running.
CRASH: WHAT? Your wife goes and gets banged up some three months ago and word finally comes out!? WAIT! February... weren't you f&%king around in Tucson for the weekend on your two wheeled lover? Ah, I see it all too clearly now: it's not your spawn - thank god, last thing we need is another pomme (sp?) american wondering around the Gay area butchering the English we on this side of the pond have come to love! Hopefully she got it right and went with another I-talian. Cheers on the baby girl!!!! A weird coincidence that we three have a boy first and girl second - hmm - weird.
oh and i've registered too.
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